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arty. THE WINDS. When dark November bade the leaves adieu, And the gale sung amid the sea-boy's shrouds, Methought I saw four winged forms, that flew, With garments streaming light, amid the clouds; From adverse regions of the sky, In dim succession, they went by. The first, as o'er the billowy deep he passed, Blew from its brazen trump a far-resounding blast. Upon a beaked promontory high, With streaming heart, and cloudy brow severe, 10 Marked ye the father of the frowning year![99] Dark vapours rolled o'er the tempestuous sky, When creeping WINTER from his cave came forth; Stern courier of the storm, he cried, what from the north? NORTH WIND. From the vast and desert deeps, Where the lonely Kraken sleeps, Where fixed the icy mountains high Glimmer to the twilight sky; Where, six lingering months to last, 20 The night has closed, the day is past, Father, lo, I come, I come: I have heard the wizard's drum, And the withered Lapland hag, Seal, with muttered spell, her bag: O'er mountains white, and forests sere, I flew, and with a wink am here. WINTER. Spirit of unwearied wing, From the Baltic's frozen main, From the Russ's bleak domain, 30 Say, what tidings dost thou bring! Shouts, and the noise of battle! and again The winged wind blew loud a deadly blast; Shouts, and the noise of battle! the long main Seemed with hoarse voice to answer as he passed. The moody South went by, and silence kept; The cloudy rack oft hid his mournful mien, And frequent fell the showers, as if he wept The eternal havoc of this mortal scene. He had heard the yell, and cry, 40 And howling dance of Anarchy, Where the Rhone, with rushing flood, Murmured to the main, through blood:-- He seemed to wish he could for ever throw His misty mantle o'er a world of woe. But rousing him from his desponding trance, Cold Eurus blew his sharp and shrilling horn; In his right hand he bore an icy lance, That far off glittered in the frost of morn; The old man knew the clarion from afar, 50 What fro
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